Spoilers for 4.3. below! Also, hello, this is like the first post I’ve done on this blog in six months -- oop.
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Spoilers for 4.3. below! Also, hello, this is like the first post I’ve done on this blog in six months -- oop.
@imjustsmol liked for a starter!
Clasped between the ginger’s fingers was a printed piece of paper; one where the ink had leeched in application and peppered the edges with her fingerprints. In spite of that, Chloe’s grin was huge -- mischievous, Beca would probably notice -- and as she slid up next to her best friend with all the charm she could muster, she pushed a lock behind her ear in a vain attempt to be suave.
“I have the best gift for you,” she teased, tongue poking between her teeth as Chloe all but shoved the paper in Beca’s hands before she had a chance to protest. Printed was one of those horrible valentine’s day cards that could be found on the internet, with Rick Astley’s youthful face staring at them in all its smudged glory. Next to him, though slightly blurred from the ink, where the words ‘I would never give you up,’ with Chloe having filled in the to and from accordingly. She looked extremely proud of herself, even if she was being a little shit.
“It was really hard to find a card that wasn’t a movie reference,” she added, pointing with her pinky to Rick’s cheek as she tried her best not to laugh. “But, you know, I’d never run around and desert you?”
Okay, so, here is my plan of attack when it comes to catching up/cleaning up this blog:
Archiving roleplay that hasn’t been replied too by my partners since November. If you’d like to continue those threads, please let me know, but it makes it easier for me to keep track!
Likewise, archiving any Christmas threads. I’d like to be able to replace them with Valentines/Easter threads in the coming weeks so feel free to get into contact with me about those.
Catching up on all my longer replies. I may archive shorter thread-based/chat threads but I’ll be selective and try to avoid that as much as possible.
Experiment on a Yrel-centered blog. I’ll probably start that tonight/tomorrow, so replies will be slow, but progress made will be updated.
Do the starters I owe.
And I’ll think of you each time I watch from distant skies.
An indie Yrel blog from WARLORDS OF DRAENOR Written by Sea.
hey where u bean I miss u just fyi <3
@qdir, ahh bless u i’m sorry for vanishing!
Long story short: Christmas was hectic, New Year was hectic, my birthday was hectic and I have been trying the past few weeks to get enrolled in honours at my university with my supervisor who is honestly impossible to get in contact with. ( To the point I’m tempted to ask for a new one because emailing three times in one week with to no response just isn’t good enough, imo – especially when there’s a deadline for the form’s submission so I can actually continue my studies. )
I go back to university in hopefully three weeks, as long as I get accepted for this program. Until then, I’m going to try and be really active and keep people updated as opposed to dropping off the face of the damn planet. ; v ;
Hi, have a soft starter call while I get my muse back on track now that I think my honours application is actually sorted. ( you guys don’t even wanna know about that hellscape, I swear to god. ) This will be queued overnight -- sorry if you see it more than once!
A friend of mine went to S/upanova and recorded L/aura B/ailey saying Merry Christmas to me as J/aina. I was SOBBING.
Also, soft mention that Pitch Perfect 3 does not come out in Australia until New Year’s Day and I’m going to try and avoid spoilers. If you want to RP with my Chloe, please keep this in mind. I plan on seeing it ASAP! ♥
i could kill you. i could kill you and have no remorse
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– in being subjugated with adoration, and potentially murdered out of boredom… (aka you would be interested in interacting with a Zenos Yae Galvus) smash that like or reblog button.
Advanced warning for dark, nsfw, and violent themes.
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Well, what can I say, it’s been quite a wild few months. One minute I’m ass deep in a barely relevant Korean MMORPG with a rapidly dying community and the next thing I know I’m ass deep in some angry Dragoon with an eyeball fetish. I can’t say I ever really foresaw myself involved in a Final Fantasy game, never really was much of a console kiddo unless it was Sly Cooper or those wacky Spyro games from the pizza boxes. But I can’t say I regret it too much, it’s brought me closer to some people and brought me new friends I never would have met otherwise. So let’s get this shit show on the road, aye?
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a letter to sona ( @fatescorned ), from ahri // secret santa event.
“ sona, it has been awhile, hasn’t it? I haven’t heard from you in ages, are you avoiding me? ;( I suppose you have no reason to come near my territory… though I do hope you find a reason to come by soon. I’ve missed hearing your lovely music echoing through the trees. It would be a nice change from the men coming and going like they own these woods, making a mess of things. I’d love to have a chat with someone who isn’t here to hunt me. much love from your favorite fox, ahri! “
I know the event didn’t call for a graphic but I thought it looked nice. wishing you a wonderful 2018 sea. ❤
friendly reminder that I’m comfortable with MINOR godmodding if:
it’s genuinely in the interests of advancing plot (e.g. ‘Pass the screwdriver?’ and you can assume my muse passes the screwdriver over, or even just that your muse ended up with the screwdriver one way or another, without having to stop the reply altogether for my interjection)
it’s NOT my muse’s dialogue, inner or outer
it’s REASONABLE for my muse (e.g. if they’ve already made it quite clear the screwdriver is a sentimentally precious family heirloom or something, then the screwdriver might not reasonably change hands)
the reply isn’t solely about my muse’s actions, thoughts or feelings, but rather is about your muse, with reference to mine
you are willing to accept criticism & critique and change the reply if I can’t reasonably see my muse doing that
roleplaying, for me, is about exploring characters and worlds through story. Interaction with both the muse and the world, then, is vital, and I do not mind sacrificing a small thing from one to significantly advance the other. It’s always a good idea to talk to me if you’re uncertain and it will be easier once we know each other better, but I just wanted to put this out there so you lot know what I’m comfortable with. There’s a lot of ‘no godmodding whatsoever!!’ going around in this community and obviously, with big things, it’s a no-go – but I’m still more interested in the story.
anierous-sunblade:
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“Unfortunately, healing is far harder than destruction. But it is NOT impossible. I’ve seen an entire dead, plague-stricken lands brought back to health. The damage that the Burning Legion did here is not irreversible.”
He looked at the taller paladin, offering her a smile. “I am here to bring you news; We might be at the edge of ending the Burning Legion for good. The same Legion that sought to destroy Argus, Draenor and Azeroth, and countless other worlds.”
He looked at the direction where Draenor’s Dark Portal stood, “Prophet Velen is leading the final assault on Argus… If we win, if we stop the Dark Titan, then Azeroth and Draenor will be safe from the Legion forever.”
He then looked at Yrel, “All we have to do is defeat a God.”
Argus --- Yrel had never seen her people’s home world; the golden, rich lands of memory reflected in draenei engineering and lamented by her prophet when melancholy was oft known to strike. But when spoken from the man’s lips it was no less holy and, for that, glowing eyes widened at his response --- disbelief etched on her face as words the exarch could have said emerged half-formed. “Our world? Truly?” It would explain Anierous’ return, that much was certain, but when his gaze met her own in the mention of a god... Yrel could not help the way her fingers curled tightly into her palms.
“Sargeras.” He who tempted her people from Eredar to Man’ari, tainting countless worlds as he and his own chased her people across the galaxies. All her life, Yrel had been instilled with the faith that one day he would be felled --- but now? Was such an event truly to come? Either they would defeat him or they would fall; they did not have another choice.
“I made a promise to Khadgar that I mean to keep. If you have need of us --- of me --- then I shall accompany you back to Azeroth and Argus beyond it. The Legion must fall. My people, the same with Durotan and Gromm, will pledge ourselves to whatever cause that seeks to have this done.”
If someone points at your black clothes and asks you whose funeral is it, a look around the room and a casual “haven’t decided yet” is always a good response.
@crownofearth liked for a ( really belated afdskjfds ) starter!
She is DISTRUSTFUL of him --- that much is obvious. It is not enough to spur the callousness of her tongue when the dragon offers to help, but to say she knew of his history ( his FATHER’S history, more than anything else ) was an understatement. As Yrel stood with arms crossed over her chest and an expression that spelled her unease, she spoke coolly and without pause. “This world is not like Azeroth. Be careful how deep you dabble.”